Here is my contribution to this. A short story. Also sorry the forum didnt keep the formatting very well heres a google docs link if you want some better formatting.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/18dO5A6K2_h5Ihrvagf0gN1MJhpbPuQ6Zne-ePjZpypUA small trail of smoke slowly drifted from a decrepit building under the moonlit sky. A single man sat staring up at the sky, a cigarette on his lips and anger strewn across his face.
“That damned Hyperion corporation. They think they can do anything they want. Taking my home from me.” He said as a great thump came from the wall as he punched it.
“That place was all I had left. After all the mistakes I have made in my life. This was my last chance.” His cigarette dimmed as he hung his head down lower.
“My last one.” He lamented sadly. Throwing the cigarette outside to the wind as he stood up.
“What should I do now?” He thought briefly, but then a great noise was heard.
“DAMN!” He spat as a contrail was coming from something was visible coming from the Hyperion station on the moon.
“They've noticed me.” He grabbed his weapon for the incoming assault. An Ocelot. A DAHL Brand machine gun. Fired fast but kept steady. It was all he needed throughout his time on this planet and its kept him alive since.
The first pod touched down about 50 feet from the building. Assault robots poured out of it.
“This is gonna be fun.” He yelled as he readied his weapon out a window. The second they were in firing distance he pulled the trigger.
A flurry of bullets let loose from the end of the barrel. Direct hits, all of them. The first robot that was in his sights exploded from the shear force of all the bullets. He fired and fired his ammunition supply never wavering. Until all that was left was a pile of robot scrap.
“That was only a scouting party. I am sure there will be more” He sighed as he loaded a new belt into his gun.
Sure enough a few more loud bangs were heard and three pods were inbound. He pulled a grenade off his belt and readied it.
The pods all hit the ground nearly at the same time. He pulled the pin and threw it at the nearest one. It exploded with everything inside it.
The rest of the pods were now piling robots out.
“That was my last grenade.” He said pulling the trigger on his gun.
The cheap mass produced robots and their weapons were no match for his machine gun. They fell one by one until the last one turned its set of gears for the last time.
“Before he could breath a sigh of relief a single loud bang could be heard from the moon. The pod landed only a few seconds later only about 20 feet from the house. It was larger than all the others. When the dust settled, a large combat robot emerged.
“A big one huh?” He said as he glared at it. His index finger flexed and the trigger on his gun pressed a bullet storm launched from his gun.
A cloud of sparks and noise flew from the surface of the large combat robot.
He kept the trigger squeezed on his gun until all he heard was clicks. His ammunition belt had run out. He looked up at the robot. It was unscathed save a few scratched.
“So this is it? This is how I die?” He accepted this as he sat there waiting for the robot to move.
The robot then raised its left arm and fired a cannon. The whole house was engulfed in an explosion of fire. And not much is known from there. Only that when they searched for a body there wasn’t any. The only they they found was a camo green DAHL machine gun.
